Mirrors within mirrors,
images lost in eternal reflection,
whispers turned into words,
words used as payment,
parts played in vain,
vanity a lost cause,
withered husks buried in plain sight,
we are the children of a dream gone bad,
not tomorrow’s sons,
but yesterday’s failures,
withered husks buried in plain sight,
we are the children of a dream gone wrong,
we are the perfect disease,
to a failing existence,
we are mirrors within mirrors,
we are the children of whispers that turned into words,
we are the words that strangle you at night,
we are the victims of a perfect crime,
we are your imperfections.
